Tone
more than words
mixed with grunts and labored breathing
is thrust upon a teenage son
too busy nursing bottled water to help fold a mound of clothes.
A father's face wet with effort
turns puce
as the drink is drained
and the boy fishes for money to buy another bottle.
[written 7/23/17]
Dissed By Dryer
The machine did not want my change
so I changed machines
but this one won't spin...
Closing my eyes,
I breathe--
reminding myself
that I have survived much greater rejection.
[written 7/9/17]
so I changed machines
but this one won't spin...
Closing my eyes,
I breathe--
reminding myself
that I have survived much greater rejection.
[written 7/9/17]
Surviving the Butterfly
Shooting from the hip,
I have flown by the seat of my pants
for far too long.
Now, given a moment to ground,
I keep checking my feet
for quicksand.
[written 7/9/17]
I have flown by the seat of my pants
for far too long.
Now, given a moment to ground,
I keep checking my feet
for quicksand.
[written 7/9/17]
Teleporting
The sound of tires on asphalt
with little effort
transforms into waves on the shore.
A motorcycle hum
metamorphosizes into an outboard motor
as imagination conjures the cry
of a laughing gull.
For a few fleeting moments
an Allentown parking lot
captures Cape May.
[written 7/9/17]
with little effort
transforms into waves on the shore.
A motorcycle hum
metamorphosizes into an outboard motor
as imagination conjures the cry
of a laughing gull.
For a few fleeting moments
an Allentown parking lot
captures Cape May.
[written 7/9/17]
An Einstein Moment
Eyes closed
sitting in sunshine,
I find inspiration as priorities shift like paradigms,
finally full realizing
everything is relative.
[written 5/28/17]
sitting in sunshine,
I find inspiration as priorities shift like paradigms,
finally full realizing
everything is relative.
[written 5/28/17]
Cycling Wash
Two weeks and a day ago
the call came
as I sat in this laundrymat
watching clothes spin.
Sixteen days of wheels turning on the PA turnpike,
of doctors and nurses
and pharmacists and therapists;
of terror
and relief
and exhaustion.
Knowing he is at home
resting with a new liver,
I sit here again
watching clothes spin
and praying my phone doesn't ring.
[written 5/21/17]
the call came
as I sat in this laundrymat
watching clothes spin.
Sixteen days of wheels turning on the PA turnpike,
of doctors and nurses
and pharmacists and therapists;
of terror
and relief
and exhaustion.
Knowing he is at home
resting with a new liver,
I sit here again
watching clothes spin
and praying my phone doesn't ring.
[written 5/21/17]
While Waiting
The woman sitting next to me is texting
and it sounds like an energy chime.
With each notification
my mind turns toward an inner temple
and a yearning for peace.
Startled by a touch on my arm,
I jump as she smiles and shows me the message:
"Stupid people should just shut up."
The temple shatters
and I think...
maybe they shouldn't text either...
[written 6/27/17]
and it sounds like an energy chime.
With each notification
my mind turns toward an inner temple
and a yearning for peace.
Startled by a touch on my arm,
I jump as she smiles and shows me the message:
"Stupid people should just shut up."
The temple shatters
and I think...
maybe they shouldn't text either...
[written 6/27/17]
Yet Another Panic Attack...
Fiendishly
Erroneous
Apprehension
Returns
[poetry form: acrostic - written 6/19/17]
Erroneous
Apprehension
Returns
[poetry form: acrostic - written 6/19/17]
HUP
Ten
days
sitting
in one room...
Grateful for the care
but wanting for some sun and air.
With sunlit leaves, the tree outside beconds an escape
pleading with me to lite my mind
upon its branches--
to breathe in,
let go,
be
home.
[poetry form: Fibonacci - written at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania 5/16/17]
days
sitting
in one room...
Grateful for the care
but wanting for some sun and air.
With sunlit leaves, the tree outside beconds an escape
pleading with me to lite my mind
upon its branches--
to breathe in,
let go,
be
home.
[poetry form: Fibonacci - written at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania 5/16/17]
Reus
mea culpa
There is dust on the journal.
mea culpa
The ink has congealed.
mea culpa
Promises made from the self to the Self
not yet broken
but strained
and I fail to wrench the flail from my hand...
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea maxima culpa
[written 4/4/17]
There is dust on the journal.
mea culpa
The ink has congealed.
mea culpa
Promises made from the self to the Self
not yet broken
but strained
and I fail to wrench the flail from my hand...
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea maxima culpa
[written 4/4/17]
Black
It's paralyzing--
this gravity that presses
three dimensions into two.
Unable to breathe.
Unable to think--
but to feel
every pore, every nerve
overstimulated
and howling.
[written 3/29/17]
this gravity that presses
three dimensions into two.
Unable to breathe.
Unable to think--
but to feel
every pore, every nerve
overstimulated
and howling.
[written 3/29/17]
"Free Time"
Sometimes I wonder
if I'm being prepared to come home to a quiet house--
to cook for one.
While he sleeps away
his pain
and the life he feels he no longer has,
I sit pretending
to enjoy some time alone.
[written 3/29/17]
if I'm being prepared to come home to a quiet house--
to cook for one.
While he sleeps away
his pain
and the life he feels he no longer has,
I sit pretending
to enjoy some time alone.
[written 3/29/17]
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